It's not quite a mystery.
I'm the one who's insecure,
you're the one that makes believe,
that we're all okay, we're doing fine,
when we're both fighting just to stay,
to stay alive,
a fragile state of mind,
that I can't quite survive.
Without a doubt, I need your help.
I know you've heard me ask before,
but come on girl, I need to tell you now,
I know what I've done wrong.
The only way out of here is the way I've avoided for all my life.
There's so many things I wanna say,
but there's too many things still in the way.
I'm lost, please help me find my place.
You're the only one, please lead me out of the dark.
Please lead me out of the dark.
Please lead me out of the dark.
****
“n-nothing” Romano stood in front of the door. He couldn’t forget it now, the image nailed in his head. Blood smeared all on the walls the pool of blood surrounding the dead German, and his eyes. Those cold, dead, unblinking, Bright blue eyes.
“Liar” Italy laughed nervously. Romano’s face was pale and he looked like he was going to vomit. “Whats behind the doo-“
“nothing” Romano cut him off “lets go the other way..”
Italy looked at Romano confused “your hiding something..” Italy accused “what are you hiding?”
“nothing.”
“Liar.. don’t lie to me!” Italy raised his voice just slightly and Romano took a tiny step back. He couldent let Italy see. As much as he hated the potato bastard, he knew Italy loved him
****
Prussia sat in the empty room the pile blocking the door in front of him. He couldn’t get over the fact that his brother had been killed by that…. Thing and he had run. He’s knees were pulled to his chest his face resting on the tops of them. Tears threatened to pour from his deep red eyes but he wouldn’t let them he got up and half out of anger half out of stubbornness ripped the first chair from the doorway throwing it across the room doing the same with a few others before pushing the huge wardrobe to the floor and as it landed with a slam he decided something. He was getting out, for west.
The house was quiet as Prussia walked down the empty halls looking for another country but the thought that he may be the only country here came into his head. He had been walking and trying every door, they were all locked. That thing was going to kill him to. He knew it so he stayed quiet as he walked around the house, walking in circles and into random rooms. This was pointless and with every step the gun in his hand seemed to get heaver and suicide seemed to be more of an option. He sighed and put the gun down sitting next to it and pulling out his phone, it was almost dead. He went through the contacts till he found Hungary’s name. He knew that she was with Austria and that nothing would change but he wanted her voice to be the last voice he heard.
“hello?” Her voice rang tiredly through the phone.
“Hey” He smiled.
“Prussia? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS!? What is so important that you had to call me!?”
“I’m going to die.” He whispered.
“Prussia,” her voice softened “you’ve made it this long you’re not going to disappear-“
“I know, I’m going to do it myself”
“WHAT!? DON’T BE STUPID!”
“I love you” He said quietly picking up the gun “My only regret is that I didn’t tell you sooner” he put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.
“PRUSSIA!?” Hungary screamed through the phone tears in her eyes “No! Please oh god, no..”
